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Made To Be Broken	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, if I did, it would SO not be suitable for children! I'm not making any money off of it, either, because if I was, I wouldn't have to work for a living, thanks!

Chapter List
- 1-Made To Be Broken
- 1
Warnings (if any): slash, threesome (and thus, smut – oral, anal), polyfidelity (and I do so hope I'm using that term correctly!)

Author's notes: Written as part of this year's bill_ficathon over at LJ. As such, this fic has been formatted specifically for that site - so those of you who want to review about formatting complaints - there might be some extra spacing - either live with it, or read something else. As I wrote this months ago, the warnings are to the best of my memory, so if there's anything I forgot that should be included, let me know and I will correct it.

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Made To Be Broken

“Don't frown like that. You'll get wrinkles.”
Bill scoffed. “The scars you'll take, but wrinkles are where you draw the line, eh?”
Severus sighed. “You know very well what I meant.”
Bill sighed in return and leaned back against the older man's chest. “I know,” he replied. “I just wonder how much longer he's going to put himself through this. It's every fucking time. He's a grown man, for Merlin's sake!”
“It is his decision,” Snape countered.
Bill knew what his lover was doing; devil's advocate was a game Severus Snape had always excelled at, but Bill was in no mood for it today, not after seeing Charlie's date throw a glass of champagne in his brother's face, and then cast the entire bowl of punch over his head. No, Bill was in no mood to be swayed by answers that don't answer a thing, not tonight. He needed a more solid reason not to go slap some sense into his brother. Bill wasn't that sort, really. He didn't like to get too involved. He wanted to believe his siblings were all capable of making their own decisions, and bearing the consequences of them. He mostly stuck to that, but it was different with Charlie. Charlie laughed when he wanted to cry, and when laughing wasn't enough, he lost himself in the bottom of a bottle which Bill worried, at this rate, he might never find his way out of.
Bill worried more about Charlie than the others; he didn't like to admit that, but it was true. Sometimes, he felt like they were practically one person, except that Charlie was the half more prone to making bad decisions. Romania, for example.
Alright, to be fair, Romania wasn't a bad place for Charlie in and of itself, but Bill knew the reason he chose it was because it was so far from their family. Bill remembered Charlie joking, “Can't be a bad influence in Romania. Hard to get it wrong in a letter, with as many chances to start over as you want, yeah?” It had been a joke, but Bill knew how serious Charlie's jokes could be at times, and he knew this one wasn't much of a joke at all.
At the time, he'd joked back, “You'll be a bad influence no matter how far you go.” In retrospect, it was a poor choice of words. It didn't address the giant pink elephant in the room, nor the very flamboyant tutu that elephant was wearing. In fact, it was a particularly Bill response – half a joke that winds up saying nothing at all. He had to stop letting Charlie slide like that, or he'd keep sliding downhill. The scene at Ron's wedding this afternoon proved that as sure as poison.
So many years had passed since that conversation, but it still echoed in the pit of Bill's stomach, as if going over it in his head until it drove him mad could fix all the things that were wrong with Charlie's life, and with Bill's by association. Bill wasn't particularly unhappy, mind; he had Severus, and he couldn't ask for more – had no right to, really. Severus was everything he wanted – brilliant, witty, reasonable, attentive, and anyone who couldn't see how sexy he was, was completely daft. Bill had no reason to be unhappy, but Charlie was miserable, and Bill hated that.

It was so frustrating! How many years had Bill watched Charlie waste getting publicly humiliated by witches he was trying to care for more than he did, and ignoring wizards he'd like to bugger senseless? Charlie may have thought he was keeping a secret, or maybe was fool enough not to know he had a secret at all, but Bill knew. He'd known when he said “you'll be a bad influence no matter how far you go,” and he still knew it.
“It happened at Fleur's wedding, too,” Bill said blandly after several minutes of brooding silence. “Though, it wasn't the beverage table. He managed to get as far as dessert.”
“She must have been endlessly patient,” Severus answered. His tone said it all. He'd seen Charlie's wandering eyes, too. It was hard not to notice. He was an inattentive date, and continually forgot to introduce the girl on his arm to family and friends. There had been a point this evening when Charlie looked at her, and had to take a moment to remember her name. The more he drank, the more forgetful he became, and it was just when he was barely remembering to introduce her to the bride and groom that he gave the wrong name entirely. That is the event that led to his booze bath, and his date's abrupt disapparition.
Charlie laughed it off, Bill gave him a good scourgify, and the wedding went on without further interruption. Now that all was said and done, the guests had gone, and Charlie was taking a nice, long shower to get at all those places a cleansing spell can never quite reach. With the end of the festivities, Bill's mask of amiable cheer disintegrated. Sitting with Severus out on the porch swing behind the Burrow was the only thing keeping him from screaming his frustration.
Severus knew Bill, and he knew he was struggling between his nature and his concern to decide what, if anything, he wanted to do about Charlie's self-destructive behavior. It was something he felt he had no right advising the eldest Weasley on. Bill had ever been the sort to try to take the whole world upon his shoulders; Severus loved that about him, but he also hated how Bill ran himself through the ringer every time a family member made a mistake as if the blame rested solely upon his shoulders. Severus could read in the knit of Bill's brow how he was going over past events, considering what he said, what he should have said, and when, and in what tone of voice, trying to find something he'd done that might have prevented inevitable events which, in reality, were completely outside of his control. Case in point: Charlie Weasley and the long list of horrible romantic decisions that left Bill on the verge of pulling out his sinfully long hair. Severus would be hard pressed to part with that hair. He considered the situation carefully and found himself with one possible recourse to combat Bill's moody silence. “I suppose you'd like to do something about it,” he said.
“Sure,” Bill sighed. “It's Charlie. Can't stand watching him suffer like this, but how in the bloody hell do you tell your brother he's flying a rainbow flag without getting hexed for the helping hand?”
Severus smirked and pressed his lips to the top of Bill's head, “with extreme caution,” he purred. “And, perhaps a bit of creativity.”
Bill turned in his lover's arms to get a look at those bottomless black eyes. “You have an idea.”

“Not as such, no,” Severus answered. “It is, perhaps, more of a curious notion that is not likely to do any good.”

Bill sour mood lightened a bit and he chuckled. “I do rather like it when you have curious notions,” he quipped.
Severus cleared his throat awkwardly. The spark in Bill's gaze reminded him of his last 'curious notion' – a highly inappropriate one which he intended to blame on alcohol for several years to come. In fact, Bill's gaze reminded Severus that the majority of his 'curious notions' were rather inappropriate. He didn't know what that said about him, but he rather imagined that far more liquor would be required before he was willing to tackle that little bit of psychoanalysis. “I should think you wouldn't care for my 'curious notions' having to do with your favorite brother,” Severus scoffed.
Bill pursed his lips. That was a good point. He shouldn't care for that. It hadn't dawned on him until Severus said so. His partner always used the term 'curious notion', but what it really amounted to was the older man thinking something dirty, but was far too proper to say so outright. He should really consider that – why Severus thinking filthy things about Charlie didn't bother him – but he was just grateful that Severus was encouraging Bill to do something to pry Charlie out of the closet; it made him feel a bit less like he was sticking his nose where it didn't belong.
“Well, it's Charlie, so it's not like I don't get it,” Bill said at last, laughing it off and turning again to lean back against Severus's chest. He rested his head on the older man's shoulder and reached up to pull the man down to him for a backward kiss. “I mean, he's my brother and even I've thought about shagging him. It wouldn't be fair to get cross about it. If he wasn't family I'd have had my way with him years ago.”
“I am surprised you let that stop you,” Severus stated frankly.
Bill wrinkled his nose. “Don't give me that. Family is family and lovers are lovers. You Slytherins might like mix and mingle the two, but it gets too muddled and complicated for the rest of us.”
“Only if it goes wrong,” Severus quipped.
“Only when it goes wrong,” Bill retorted.
Severus kissed him again. “Such a pessimist.”
“I've got to keep your endless optimism in check,” Bill replied sarcastically. Severus had a point, though. The way they talked, half the time you'd think it was the end of the world. Bill couldn't remember when he'd become like that. It must have been some time after losing half of his face, exaggeration that that was.
“A bit more optimism might do us both some good,” Severus said seriously. “Merlin knows your brother has it to spare.”
Bill's shoulders tensed. He wasn't sure about where this conversation was going. He sat up properly, put his feet down on the ground, and cast Severus a sideways glance. Severus gave him the same unreadable expression he always wore, as if they weren't treading dangerous ground. Bill sighed. “If you're suggesting a threesome will pull Charlie's head out of his arse, you might be right, but he'd never go for it. He's rather the type to get attached.”

“I know,” Severus answered. “He was devastated when you brought me home. You may have been stubborn enough not to notice, but it did not slip my attention.”
“You've got it all wrong. He was just angry with me for not telling him about us before he burst in unannounced and got an eyeful of your bony arse.”
Severus chuckled. It was such a rare treat that Bill couldn't help but smirk in spite of himself. He really had meant to tell Charlie. Honestly, it was Charlie, who he always told everything. He wasn't particularly hiding it, but he had all these excuses – too busy with work was his favorite, though, in reality, he'd been too wrapped up in the honeymoon period to pay anything much mind save when he could get Severus into bed, and how often.

It had really just slipped his mind, so when Charlie suddenly paid a surprise visit and found Severus scrounging around in Bill's closet for something clean to wear, Charlie had got rather an eyeful. Bill had come up five minutes later to a long string of expletives and a scream of frustration. Severus had taken it in stride; he simply pulled his freshly laundered garments out of Bill's hands and told them both to inform him when they were finished arguing, before shutting the bedroom door and locking himself in with a good silencing spell.
The argument hadn't lasted long after that. Bill had been too busy laughing, knowing Severus was sitting in bed reading the only thing on hand – a pulp novel he'd left sitting on the bedside table. He could imagine Severus getting more and more irritated by the cliché plot and mediocre love scenes with each turn of the page. When he finally related what was so funny to Charlie, Charlie understood perfectly what he was on about and started laughing as well, Snape's 'bony arse' completely forgotten.
Bill started laughing all over again, as if the event had just happened yesterday. “Amazing how time flies. It'll be four years in June.”
“May,” Severus corrected.
“May? Really? You sure?”
“Quite. The 28th. It was a heat wave, and you insisted on Thai food,” Severus wrinkled his considerable nose in distaste.
“Only to end up bed-ridden with food poisoning for three days. I remember that part, thanks,” Bill replied. “Some first date.” They hadn't eaten Thai since.
“Well, it certainly was the longest first date on record. After three days of tending to you, I still accepted when you asked me for a second.”
“I think what I actually asked for was a do-over,” Bill laughed. “After three days of your nagging and forcing potions down my throat, I still fancied you.”
“You always did,” Severus replied smugly.
“I did,” Bill admitted. “I've always been a sucker for a sexy voice.” He pulled Severus to him for another kiss before the man could offer up any further snarky commentary.
Severus lost himself in that kiss. He had had the perfect snarky remark, but it was utterly gone now. Bill's lips had that power over him. Several minutes passed before the cool breeze rippled up his spine and he broke away. “We've digressed rather far off topic,” he said.
“That's because the topic is mad,” Bill replied. “Even if I did try to seduce Charlie, and even if he let the fact we're brothers slip by, he's not the sort of bloke who'll go about with someone who belongs to someone else.”
Severus smirked. It was the way he smirked at Bill when he knew he'd just won an argument.
Bill tried to backtrack, “Not that he's interested in me that way, anyway. I was just going along with that bit for sake of argument.”
“Of course you were,” Severus replied as if humoring a small child in some banality.
“Oh, shut up.”
“We could attempt to entice him together, if it would make you more comfortable. Although, I somehow doubt a man of my particular features is the one that will force him out of the closet. You would likely have more success on your own.”
Bill paused and grounded himself, really chewing over the older man's words. “You can't honestly be okay with me shagging another man.”
Severus shrugged. He moistened his lips and sighed, which was a sure sign he was about to try to explain something difficult: his feelings. Bill knew better than to let his mind wander during such a rare event. His pulse raced. He wondered what complicated explanation Severus would have for such a seemingly simple question.
“I once was young and foolish enough to believe love only came once in a lifetime, and let many possibilities pass me by for it. Your persistence proved me wrong. If I concede that much is true, then logically, it would be unlikely that a case never arises where a person might have both of their loves in their life at the same time.

In this situation, how do you resolve the difficulty? Conventional thinking would have you choose. It would force you to think, 'I care for this one more', and then spend the rest of your life wondering what unwritten future exists on the other path.

I have always known your feelings for Charlie were more than brotherly, even if you never noticed. I presumed that I was simply the more socially acceptable of your options, and would step aside when you tired of me, or when you could no longer endure the weight of your feelings for him. However, I also cannot deny that you have never made me feel unloved, and even as you struggle with your feelings for another, I do not feel as though your affection for me has diminished. I do not want you to have to spend your life wondering, Bill, and I do not want to tell you to let your brother suffer when he is so obviously struggling under the weight of repressed feelings for you. I know very well the pain of unrequited affection. So, in this case, it is not so simple as you 'shagging another man'; if it was only that – that you wanted to enjoy physical intimacy with someone just for the sake of the act, I think I likely would be rather displeased. But, what you want is to bring happiness to the other person you love. That is rather different. I don't mind sharing you with him. I've been sharing you with him since the beginning in all the ways that matter most. I was simply the only one of us who knew it.”
Bill couldn't answer. He needed a few minutes to chew on Severus's words: he loved Charlie the way he loved Severus. He needed to let that resonate a bit; was it true? He wanted it to feel wrong; he wanted Severus to be wrong, just this once, but he wasn't. Bill loved Charlie. He loved Severus. The two feelings were not mutually exclusive. There was just one thing about it all that felt off. “Let me just, get this clear, alright? What exactly is it you're suggesting? That I just...flip back and forth between the two of you? Or...” Bill swallowed a lump in his throat as his imagination ran away with the unspoken second half of the sentence. His voice abandoned him when he first tried to speak, then he coughed to clear the scratchiness and said awkwardly, “that...the three of us...but, I mean, do you even fancy Charlie? Does he fancy you? And, for that matter, I don't even know for certain that he fancies me...” He raked his fingers back anxiously through his hair.
Severus answered by kissing Bill's forehead, his jaw, and ever-so-tenderly, his lips. “Calm yourself. I am only advising you, as always. The ultimate decision of what to do with your life is yours.”
“It affects your life too, you know. And Charlie's, for that matter. If you won't worry about those things, someone's bloody got to!” Bill retorted irritably. In spite of himself, he was really getting hot under the collar just imagining it. The three of them...together. Or just him and Severus, or just him and Charlie, or heck, even just Severus and Charlie – free to move within that new set of rules. It was a fantasy. It couldn't possibly happen in the real world, right? That they might also grow to love each other as much as he loved them? “Just. Listen. Say it clearly would you? Do you even fancy Charlie?”
Severus didn't have a clear answer for that. “He is not without his appeal. In any case, the fact of the matter is that you do, and that is sufficient for me.”
“Severus,” Bill warned.
Severus conceded. Bill wouldn't make a move unless he explained himself. Again. “I find him attractive, and charming in a way that I am unaccustomed to, but which nevertheless intrigues me, if I must be perfectly blunt on the matter. I do not know him as well as I know you. You are looking for a clear answer where there is none. But, that is of no consequence for the time being; Charlie will leave for Romania in the morning, and he will leave without anything resolved, if you do not act soon. Whatever you decide, Bill, I am behind you on it, but you must decide now, or sit and stew on it for the next several months before you see him again.”
Bill knew he couldn't endure waiting another several months now that Severus had forced him to recognize his own feelings. He dragged his tongue over his lips to moisten the parched flesh. “I'll go up and talk to him, at least,” Bill said. “It's all fine and good to talk it out between the two of us, but it's moot if you're wrong about him, or if he's not as easy-going about it all as you are. If I'm not back in a quarter hour, come up and knock at the door.”

Severus conceded, and kissed his lover again. He wouldn't pretend this didn't make him at all nervous, but he also knew that it was necessary for Bill to confront these feelings before the stress of worrying about Charlie all the time made him ill. Since that was the case, even if he was taking a chance at losing his lover, Severus knew it was a chance he had to take. “If you do not respond, I will presume that you are otherwise occupied and will see you at home.”
Bill nodded and rolled to his feet stiffly. He took a few robotic steps.
“Bill. Do remember the silencing charm. Everyone may be asleep, but that does not mean they are likely to stay that way indefinitely if you make a ruckus.”
Bill blushed, “Shut up,” he squeaked. “You're louder than I am.”
“Nonsense.”
Severus nearly laughed again as Bill turned and came quickly back to him, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

“I love you madly, you do know that, right?”
“Of course,” Severus replied with a bemused smile. “You make it impossible to forget. You never leave me even a moment's peace.” Being so assured that Bill loved him was the only reason he could send him off to another man's bed with so little hesitation. As Bill finally worked up his nerve and left his side, Severus sat on the bench with the chill air, trying not to analyze too deeply how much the thought of those two beautiful men tangled together appealed to him.

~***~

Charlie was barefoot and topless when Bill pushed open the door of the cramped bedroom they used to share. He had his wand out and was drying his hair. His shoulders were still pink from the hot shower. Bill had seen Charlie's bare chest hundreds of times, but now that he wasn't in denial it was hard not to stare. His pulse raced just from the sight of him. Severus was right – he'd been an idiot not to notice before. He moistened his lips. He was normally so suave, but he found himself uncertain of what to say in this situation. “Finally cleaned up good and proper, are you?” he settled on.
Charlie frowned at him. “Don't start. She was a prude, anyway. It's not like I was all that far off on the name.”

“You called her Linda.”
“So?”
“Her name was Susan.”
“...oh. Last one was Linda, wasn't it?” Charlie replied. “Lynette? Something with a Lynn in it somewhere.” He put his wand aside and flopped to a seat on the bed.
“It was Gretchen. There was a Rosalyn who you'd taken to calling Lyn, but that was at least three years ago.”
“Ah, that's right!” Charlie hit is fist with his hand. “The one with the huge tits. Hard to keep track.”
“Understandable, considering you go through close to a dozen a year,” Bill replied, sitting beside him.
“It's not all that bad.”
“It's not all that bad if you're seventeen, but you've not been seventeen in a good long while. You'll end up with some strange disease at this rate.”
“I won't. I'm always careful. Girls aren't like blokes, anyway. They always want romance. It's all this pomp and circumstance and hard work just for a shag. Went near broke on this last one, and what do I have to show for my efforts? Hair that smells like mixed fruit and bubbly.” Charlie sneered and raked his fingers back through the tangled locks. “It's a mad world, innit, when a bloke has to chase his own tail for weeks and doesn't get a damn thing for his effort? Even when he does, it's lacking. Maybe I should take a page from your book. At least another bloke ought to have half an idea how to give a decent blow job. Knows what feels good, or some shit.”
Charlie really was beating himself up over this. It wasn't like him, and Bill hated to see him in such a state. He wasn't sure what to say, or how to lead the conversation to what they needed to talk about, so he tried the casual approach and chuckled. “Oh yeah, all blokes are brilliant at sucking cock,” he joked. “I am, anyway. Severus always says so. Want to call in any favors I owe you?”
Charlie blanched for a moment before his cheeks flared. “Don't joke like that! What would that smarmy old git of yours say if he heard you talking like that? I know you're joking, but even so...”
“He'd say not to call him 'smarmy',” Bill replied, “And, I imagine he'd want to watch.”
Charlie couldn't quite bat down that mental image. Snape watching with those impatient features of his, while Bill... Bloody hell, that was hot. He hated that it was hot. He hated that his cock was interested, especially when Bill was only teasing to try to cheer him up. “Bill!”
“What if I'm not joking, Char?” Bill said, letting his cheerful smile drop. It was the best opportunity he was going to get. There was no easy way to breach the subject, no way that wasn't clumsy and awkward. He rested his hand over Charlie's much broader one to force the point to sink in.
“Wh-wh-that!” Charlie jumped to his feet and skittered half across the room in one giant leap. “The joke's gone far enough, you twat!”
Bill stood up, raking his fingers through his long hair. Charlie found himself transfixed by even the slightest gesture. Bill had always had this way of hypnotizing him when he let his smile drop and showed the man hiding behind it. Snape was a lucky bloke, really, to have won over such a man as Bill. He found himself rooted in place as his older brother broke the gap between them again. The weight of Bill's hands dropping lightly onto his shoulders felt like the world pressing down upon him.
“It's not a joke, Charlie,” Bill said in a tone that brokered no argument. “I've been worried about you. All these flings of yours aren't what you need. They don't even seem to be what you want. Severus and I just had a long talk about it. He practically pushed me up the stairs, though I didn't need all that much of a push, if I'm honest.”
“S-so, you think you know what I need, then?” Charlie stuttered. He wanted to kick himself for that stutter. It was just Bill for Merlin's sake! Bill was picking on him, same as always. No matter how many times he told himself that, it didn't quite ring true.
“I think you need to stop chasing after huge tits when they don't do a thing for you and we both know it,” Bill replied frankly. “And, I think Severus is right; we've left too many things unsaid between us for too long.”
Charlie opened his mouth to protest, but Bill pressed his fingers to his brother's lips. “Let me finish.” Which, Bill knew, meant he had to stop beating around the bush and just say it. They were such small words, only a syllable each, but his heart was pounding and he couldn't help but think about how saying them would change everything. It took every ounce of Gryffindor courage to force them out. “I'm in love with you, Char. I probably always have been, and by the fact you haven't run screaming yet, I think maybe the feeling is mutual. So, I'm going to try and kiss you, and if you don't want me to, you'd better hurry up and stop me.”
Charlie intended to. Really. He'd meant to give Bill a fist to the jaw, or at least a good strong push, but his pulse raced, and his palms started to sweat. Bill leaned down slowly enough to give him plenty of time, but Charlie just found himself staring dumbly up at his brother until their lips connected. Soft, tender, adoring lips, a persistent tongue that didn't have to work very hard to get what it wanted. Before Charlie knew what he was doing, his fingers were laced in Bill's long hair, Bill's arms were curled around his back, and sparks were shooting off behind his eyes, because damn it all, Bill was a brilliant kisser. It felt like all he could do just to keep his legs beneath him where they belonged.
It was several minutes before sense finally beat its way back into his head enough to make him break that kiss. “We can't,” he gasped. “You already have Snape.”
Bill pulled Charlie back against him. “You can have him too, if you want.”
“Wha..?! How much did you drink today? You're talking like a madman. A really selfish one, to boot.”
“Well, I suppose I am selfish, and quite possibly mad, but not so mad as to not understand my own heart, which I think makes me a fair share better off than you for the moment. I told you Severus and I have already discussed it. He's the one who brought it up, actually. He's a great guy, and I love him like crazy, but that doesn't change how I feel about you, nor does how I feel about you change how I feel about him. I am selfish. I want you both, and Severus doesn't mind, so long as it's you.”
“But, why? Why with me?”
A knock on the door interrupted them. Snape's voice murmured, “It's me.”
“Ask him yourself,” Bill replied, flicking his wand to unlock it.
Severus slid inside elegantly. “Hm, taking your time, it seems,” he said, noting that Bill was still fully clothed.

Charlie pulled away from Bill abruptly, guilty conscious clearly etched across his brow. “What's your game, Snape?” he demanded as Severus reinstated the locking charms on the door.
“The only game that interests me is Wizard's Chess. I should think you would know that.”
Bill rolled his eyes. “He wants to know why you don't mind sharing me with him. I don't think he believes me. You know how stubborn Weasleys can be.”
“Only too well, “ Severus replied. He leveled his gaze on Charlie and explained it in a way he was sure any idiot could understand. “It is quite simple, really. Bill will never be happy as long as you are miserable, and I desire his happiness. Surely, as a man who is also particularly attached to him, you can understand my feelings.”
“When you put it that way...” Charlie muttered. It was easy to understand when Severus said it so clearly. Charlie felt the same about Bill; he wanted him to be happy. He just didn't know his own horror story of a love life upset Bill so much. He didn't know Bill thought of him as more than a brother. He'd been afraid to admit that, as Bill so crassly put it, a pair of great tits did nothing for him sexually. Admitting it, even to himself, would only have made him realize how he felt about a man he was sure he couldn't have. Bill's kiss told him otherwise. Snape's words were just as clear. The way Bill and Snape looked at one another spoke volumes of how deep the love and trust between them ran. Charlie wanted to be a part of that. He wanted to take them up on their offer. He most certainly wanted to do something about the sexual tension charging the air, but this wasn't something he could dive head first into and not expect pain as the end result of his impetuousness. Surely, there were rules. There was a proper way to go about it that wouldn't hurt anyone. He had to know what those rules were, because he'd rather die than hurt Bill. “So, what, you just...just because of Bill, you and I are supposed to...”
“I do not presume to set the rules without the consent of all parties,” Severus interrupted. “Either we can share him together, or we can share him separately. I do believe I know which scenario Bill prefers, but it is not Bill's decision alone. I know I am not an attractive man. If you have no such inclinations in my regard, then I do not mind letting you have him to yourself from time to time, on the understanding that I will enjoy the same privilege.”
Charlie was accosted by the mental image of what Snape and Bill's alone time might look like, and his cock twitched. “You're not all that unattractive,” he muttered, unable to look Snape in the eye. He wasn't a handsome man, really, but there was still something about Snape that made him incredibly appealing – a mischief hidden behind his dark eyes, long fingers, a tall, lean build that Charlie had to admit, if he was admitting everything else, really suited his tastes – Bill was long and lean, too. Besides which, there was something intrinsically seductive about his voice. No, Charlie couldn't say it would be much of a challenge at all, to get to know Severus Snape a little more intimately. He could just imagine how gorgeous he and Bill looked tangled together.
Bill and Severus exchanged a glance. They didn't need words to communicate much, not when Charlie was blushing the way he was and refusing to make eye contact. Bill gave a short nod of consent and Snape moved closer.

“Shall we start off slowly, then?” Severus asked.
“Wha..?” Charlie started to ask, but he felt himself being pulled in, and he understood very well what was happening. “Oh.” He sighed. It wasn't as if he could resist anyway, not if this was what Bill wanted. “Fuck it, then. A trial run, yeah?”
Bill adjusted his trousers when Severus leaned down to claim Charlie's lips for the first time. The older man's tongue slipped past Charlie's lips, and Bill could see very clearly the way his brother's knees buckled. Merlin, how he wanted him! He wanted them both! It was troubling; while he wanted to be tender and gentle for Charlie, who found himself jumping feet first into a homoerotic love affair with, Bill presumed, little to no experience of the sort, he also didn't think he would be able to be as patient as Charlie deserved. He removed his jacket and shirt before sliding up behind his brother and pressing in close.
Charlie moaned as the kiss broke and dropped his head back. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Now I know where you learned to kiss.”
Bill chuckled. “Behind the bleachers with Lucy Parker, actually, but I won't pretend Severus hasn't helped me improve my skills.” He glanced at Severus, who seemed not at all displeased with how events were unfolding, before letting his own mouth descend over Charlie's in turn. He ran his hands down Charlie's bare chest. It was so different from Severus. Charlie was a stocky bloke – broad and muscular across the chest and shoulders. He liked Severus's narrower build, but this was also exciting. He dragged his thumbs across Charlie's nipples.
Charlie gasped against Bill's mouth; his hips rolled forward against Severus's. He didn't know why he was so surprised when his groin encountered the growing bulge there, but his eyes shot open.
“I believe he is having a bit of trouble standing properly. Perhaps we should move to the bed,” Severus said calmly as he shrugged away his outer robe. The threadbare white tunic he wore underneath was nearly transparent and did little to conceal how slender he was.
Bill laughed. “Three grown men on a twin-sized bed? How do you suppose we'll manage that?”
“Creatively,” Severus replied, unless you want to step aside a moment so that I might transfigure the two beds into one.”
Bill shook his head. “I'm not nearly that patient tonight,” he said. They lowered Charlie carefully to a seat on the squeaky old mattress. Thank Merlin for silencing spells.
Charlie sat dazed as Bill knelt on the ground before him and started to unfasten his trousers. He didn't have enough sense to be embarrassed about how hard he was when his organ burst free, nor was he at all adverse to Severus sitting behind him and distracting him with kisses while Bill got him out of his pants. In fact, once the shock wore off, it became exciting. He was finally getting that threesome he'd always fantasized about. Alright, in his fantasies, it had generally been a woman smashed up between him and another man, but this was better. This was much better. Two men, lean and lanky, one of them Bill, who he damn well had to finally admit he was crazy about, the other not at all unappealing in his own right.
Severus kissed Charlie's mouth, then down along his throat and back up to his mouth again. It was distracting enough that Charlie didn't quite realize what Bill was up to until he felt a hand on his balls. The tongue quickly followed, sliding upward along the underside of his shaft.
“Ammph...mmmngh...” Charlie couldn't moan properly with Snape's tongue down his throat. Bill closed his lips around Charlie's head and undid him completely. Bill was right. He was brilliant. He was the best Charlie could ever remember.
Beside him, Severus tensed, and the kiss broke with a moan. Severus Snape just moaned. From such a stoic bastard, it was the most incredible sound. Charlie blinked the sexual delirium out of his eyes and looked down. “Fuck, Bill...” he gasped.
Bill lifted his mischievous blue eyes up at Charlie as he continued to orally molest his cock and palm his balls. Bill's free hand, Charlie noticed, had worked open Snape's fly and was stroking a turgid organ that was just as long as the rest of the man attached to it. Bill looked like he was quite enjoying himself. Charlie had to look away, lest he be completely overwhelmed by the sight of his cock disappearing into Bill's mouth over and over again. He dropped his head against Snape's shoulder. “Is it always like this?”
“This is merely the appetizer,” Severus answered breathlessly.
“Shit,” Charlie cussed, already on the verge of climax. “How do you endure it?”
“It takes practice,” Severus smirked.
Bill let Charlie's organ slip from his lips. “The more practice the better,” he joked. “And, by the way, if you two keep kissing like that, I might get jealous, you know.”
“Nonsense,” Severus chuckled. “I can see very well how much you are enjoying the view.”
Bill grinned. “It's quite a view, after all. View enough that if somebody doesn't get me out of these pants soon, I'll tear them off myself out of frustration. Rather not go home bare-arsed, if it's all the same.” He stood up and kissed Severus first, then Charlie. “What do you think, little brother?”
“I think I must be mental,” Charlie replied. “But, I don't even bloody care.” The weight of Bill's hands on his shoulders didn't feel so heavy as he worked open his brother's trousers and pulled them down. The pants went at the same time. He had a hard time concentrating, what with Severus's tongue on his earlobe like that, but nothing would make him stop now. Bill's bared erection bounced free of its confines, and Bill stepped out of the last of his clothing. It dawned belatedly on Charlie that Severus was still almost fully clothed.
Bill noticed it at the same time. “Your turn, love,” he told Severus, who understood very well to what Bill was referring.
Charlie's breath caught in his throat as Severus idly lifted his arms over his head to let Bill pull the tunic away. His torso was pale and scarred with the hard life he'd lived, and Charlie realized he was all the more attractive for it. He watched, dumbstruck, by the way Bill leaned over Snape's shoulder to kiss him, the way Snape leaned back and curled his fingers into Bill's long hair. They were letting him share this! Forget mental, it was sublime. They were remarkable – completely and utterly stunning together. Charlie wanted to keep watching, but more than that, he wanted to participate. He sat for a few moments longer, entranced by the way Bill's fingers ran lazily over the older man's torso, before he remembered about that participating bit, and bit his lip as he reached forward to help get Snape properly undressed. He worked off the man's shoes.
Severus chuckled into the kiss he was sharing with Bill. “By all appearances, the shock has worn off,” he purred, and smirked up at the man behind him.
“Knew it would eventually,” Bill replied. “Glad I didn't have to wait all night. As much as I love foreplay, enough is enough.”
“Bite me,” Charlie groused.
“Where?” Bill replied with that charming smile of his that just made Charlie want to slap him senseless. “And, for that matter, which one of us?”
Charlie bit his tongue before he could spit out the one word that came immediately to mind: either. “Do you want the shag or not?” he complained.
Bill laughed. “As if your cock will let you back out now.”
Charlie glowered.
“I do not think he cares for it when you call his bluffs,” Severus quipped.
“I'll make it up to him,” Bill answered. “The sooner, the better, so any time you want to finish getting Severus out of his trousers, Char...”
“Prat,” Charlie complained one last time, but he really couldn't disagree. Snape needed to be properly naked like the rest of them, and the sooner, the better. He pulled down the man's opened trousers, running his hands down his pale thighs and trying not to become too distracted. It was hard not to; he didn't know sex could be like this, and they hadn't even got to the sex yet.
“Like what you see?” Bill teased. Charlie obviously didn't realize how long he'd been staring.
The younger Weasley's cheeks flared. “Just thinking I've been a right git not to notice sooner that blokes are so bloody sexy.”
“Damn right you have,” Bill laughed. He reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of Charlie's neck, pulling him forward for another passionate kiss. “But, that's alright. I love you anyway. It looks like Severus is growing attached, too,” he added, noting his lover's hands sliding down along Charlie's bum.
“It's hard not to, when you're pulling him down on top of me,” Severus replied frankly. “Besides which, as much as you enjoy foreplay, I think it's time we move things along before your brother spontaneously combusts.” He pulled Bill's face down to his own for a kiss, then turned his attention to Charlie, “As for you, this is your last opportunity to change your mind.”
“Don't be daft. I lost that opportunity the moment you told me that we both want the same thing.” It was a bit embarrassing to admit with Bill less than three feet away, digging through Snape's robes for his wand, but it was no less true for it – he and Severus both wanted Bill to be happy. That was more than enough common ground to build on.
“Lie back, then,” Severus replied as Bill placed his wand in his hand. “He may not show it, but Bill is getting rather impatient. I will prepare you for him. I am a bit more skilled at this particular spell,” he whispered, “But, do not tell him I said so.”
Charlie obeyed, pulling Severus back with him, kissing, to conceal their whispers. “Your secret's safe with me.”

Bill was quite happy to watch the two men he so adored having such fun with each other. Charlie's arms wrapped around Severus's much narrower shoulders. Severus hovering over him, wand at the ready between Charlie's spread thighs. This insanity was worth it just for the view. He wanted to etch it into his memory for all time. Charlie's lower torso was obscured by Snape's slender frame, but he knew very well the magic his lover was working when Charlie cursed and bucked beneath the dark haired man. He was glad Severus was doing it. Bill wasn't poor at that particular spell, but Severus was much better, which meant that the chances of hurting Charlie were much lower – not that Bill would ever admit it out loud.
He slid up behind Severus and dragged his hands down the older man's back. He nipped at the side of his throat, which had always been a weak point. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?” he murmured.

Severus chuckled. “So impatient, but, I do believe he's quite ready for you, if you will permit me to move out of the way.”
Bill moved back, but pulled Severus to him before he let him escape. He gave him with another passionate kiss. “I love you madly.”
“Obviously,” Severus replied. “However, that is no excuse for ignoring your other lover.”
“I'm not ignoring him,” Bill answered. “I'm teasing him.” His breath hitched when he finally got a good look at his brother – panting, hair tangled, lips swollen, thighs...freckled, open, and inviting. Patience abandoned Bill as it sunk in just how long he'd been denying himself, and how incredibly lucky he was to have such an unconventional partner as Severus Snape.
“There's a point where teasing isn't cute anymore. You never did know when you'd crossed that line,” Charlie complained. He wrapped his arms up around Bill's shoulders and pulled him down to kiss him.
“Mmm,” Bill licked his lips. “I always knew, but I like the look of you when you become cross and wrinkle your nose like that,” he said, planting a kiss on the end of that nose before claiming Charlie's lips again. He slipped his arms under Charlie's knees, spreading his legs, and started to press inside. Charlie's fingers dug into his shoulders.

Bill broke the kiss with a moan. Charlie felt so good wrapped around him, his strong hands were sure to leave bruises if he continued to grip him so hard, but Bill didn't mind. “Alright?” he asked breathlessly.
Charlie didn't answer right away. His eyes fixed on something past Bill's shoulder. “Brilliant,” he answered.
No sooner had he spoken than Bill felt the bed sink behind him. Familiar hands ran down along his spine. Thin lips pressed to the shell of his ear. “You look beautiful together,” Severus purred.
Oh, that voice! That voice always made Bill melt, but when Severus whispered in his ear like that, it was his undoing every time. Bill moaned.

“Shall I join you?” Severus inquired. Bill knew it wasn't a question. It was never a question. He felt the nonverbal spell inch into him, even as Charlie's heat squeezed his organ. He curled his fists into the bedding to try to regain some semblance of control.
Severus nudged Bill's knees open and slid up behind him. Charlie was watching the older man past Bill's shoulder. Bill pursed his lips. “I don't think I approve of the two of you having nonverbal conversations without me,” he quipped.
“I don't think it matters what you think,” Charlie quipped. “You dragged me into this, and now you have to live with the consequences.” He pulled Bill's mouth down upon his own again.
Bill moaned loudly into Charlie's mouth as he felt Severus sliding into him. “Fucking hell!” he gasped, breaking away from Charlie's mouth. It was...! “Oooh...!” Sandwiched between the two men he adored, both indescribably attractive in Bill's eyes, was bliss. There was no other way to describe it – Charlie's broad chest and tight bottom on one end, Severus's long fingers and generous cock buried in the other – it was enough to drive a man mad, and that was before Severus began to thrust. “Oh, Merlin, yes!”
Charlie grunted and groaned beneath him as Severus forced him more deeply into his brother. Thin lips dragged hot breath across Bill's shoulder. Strong hands grabbed fistfuls of his long hair. Kisses peppered down the column of his throat. So much heat and love surrounded him that Bill quickly lost any sense of the finer details. He could only thrust, and grunt, and roll his hips, and enjoy the double-ended pleasure his beautiful lovers were bestowing upon him. He tried to focus, but he was so overwhelmed he barely registered Severus's hands taking Charlie's and leading them up his chest until Charlie's thumbs pressing circles over his tender nipples. He dropped his head down on Charlie's shoulder, unable to concentrate under such an onslaught. He could feel Severus's smirk against his shoulder.
Severus dragged his hand lightly down Bill's abdomen, enjoying each twitching muscle in his lover's torso. He knew Bill well enough to know he wouldn't last much longer. That was fine. He also found this all far more intoxicating than he'd anticipated, and the sweat glistening on Charlie's brow, after far too much stimulation, said he was no better off. Severus let his fingers slide down from Bill's stomach and wrapped them around Charlie's cock.
Charlie groaned loudly and bucked into that hand, impaling himself more fully onto Bill's cock. As mad as he was from the pleasure, Bill didn't miss that detail. He didn't miss Snape's long fingers around Charlie's cock, his lips on Bill's throat, his cock, thrusting harder, faster, more erratic. He knew those manic thrusts. Severus was close. “Yes! Severus! Oh, yes!” His unfocused gaze landed on Charlie. “Ch-Char. I- I'm going to...ah-aaah!”
The warning came too late. Bill's body tensed, and release overwhelmed him. Charlie cried out immediately after, and his own hot seed spurt out all over Severus's hand. The domino effect overwhelmed Severus. It was impossible not to let it, with Bill clamping down on his organ like that, and the two beautiful redheads crying out their pleasure.

The twin bed didn't have enough room for all of them to lie down. Snape slipped out and collapsed, sated and exhausted, and sat with his head against the wall. Bill spent several minutes resting atop Charlie, trying to remember how to breathe.
Charlie was the first to speak. “Bloody hell, Bill. That was incredible.”
Bill chuckled. “Still thinking about chasing big tits?”
“What are tits?” Charlie retorted. He wiggled out from under Bill so they all had room to sit without dog-piling on top of each other. He leaned back against the headboard.
Bill rolled lazily and sprawled across the both of them – his head in Charlie's lap, his long legs stretched out over Snape's thighs. “Big lumpy things women have on their chests,” he answered lazily. “Cumbersome, really. More clumsy to work tongue about than balls, in any case,” he joked.
Charlie laughed. “You do know your other half is a slut, don't you Sev?”
Severus arched a brow. Sev? They were already at Sev? Bill didn't even call him that. “It rather seems a bit more like my other two thirds, at the moment.”
“How's that going to work then, with me living in Romania?”
A long silence passed between them. “That is a valid point. Weekend trips are one matter, but it would hardly be fair to your brother, Bill, when the two of us live together, but he is so far away.”
Bill pursed his lips and thought about that for several minutes as they lay cramped up together on the bed that was scarcely large enough for one of them, let along all three. “I have a really bad idea,” he said at last.

“Uh-oh,” Charlie said. “I hope you know, Sev, that when my brother says he has a bad idea, the 'bad' usually takes precedent over the 'idea' part of that phrase.”
“Only too well,” Severus replied, “However, there are times his bad ideas are also strokes of genius. Go on, then. What is this bad idea of yours?”
“First, I want to point out that this is entirely your fault, for encouraging me to pull Charlie out of the closet – kicking and screaming if necessary.”
“There was a fair bit more screaming than kicking,” Severus conceded with a smirk.
“Shut up, prat,” Charlie groused. “It was my first time with a bloke, and I got two of them at once. Of course I was a little loud.”
“It was not a complaint,” Severus replied. “Merely an observation.”
“Anyway!” Bill declared before they could get distracted by the verbal sparring. “It's entirely your fault, and I love you both like crazy, and now that I've got my hands on Charlie, I don't want to let him go. So, since I'm selfish and don't want to share either of you with anyone but one another, I think maybe I'm not really all that attached to our flat, after all.”
Severus lifted his brow in reply. “You want us to move to Romania?”
“Well, you haven't signed the lease for your new shop yet, and you've been having no small bit of trouble with it. You always come home complaining that the landlord is completely unreasonable, and in a sour mood about negotiations going badly. Maybe it's a sign? I mean, I came back to England because of the war, but there's not much reason I have to stay about now that it's long since over. Even Ron's married off now, and the family is scattered to the four winds, so it's not like I get to see them but a few times a year, even if I stay nearby. Gringotts is a huge company, and I'm quite good at my job, so I can transfer pretty much wherever I'd like without them making much of a fuss over it. Maybe I can transfer somewhere that I can do a bit of field work. You know how bored I get, sitting behind a desk all the bloody time. Besides which, with the reserve so nearby, I bet a lot of the ingredients you use in brewing are less expensive in Romania. You can brew potions just as well there as here, and I think Charlie said there's a Wizarding City not far from the reserve where you can set up a proper shop.”
“Well, it's a good thirty miles, but that's not so terribly far by broomstick, and if you don't mind waiting in queue at the floo, it's even faster,” Charlie answered.
“Alright. Enough!” Severus declared, trying not to laugh. “It's bad enough trying to win an argument with one Weasley. I am not fool enough to try to barter simultaneously with two. I am not so particularly attached to our flat that I cannot do without it, but I simply must insist that wherever we live, I am able to enjoy the same privileges I do now.”
“Brilliant sex and two gorgeous redheads all over you?” Charlie joked.
“While those things are not without their merits, I was referring to a personal library and laboratory for brewing,” Severus retorted.
“Oi, Bill, your other half is boring,” Charlie complained.
“My other third, you mean?” Bill corrected. “He makes up for it with sardonic charm, good looks, and sexual prowess.”
“Well, I guess there's that,” Charlie offered a dramatic sigh in jest. “I'll just have to keep the two of you on your toes.”

“And, I think I like the idea of being around to keep you out of trouble,” Bill answered. “You've a penchant for it.”
“All Gryffindors do,” Severus remarked.
“Slytherin bastard,” the brothers echoed simultaneously. They exchanged a look at their like thinking, then burst out laughing.
“You want trouble, we'll give you trouble,” Bill said, pushing back against the older man's chest.
“Plenty of it, too, but only the best kind,” Charlie reiterated, joining his brother with the intent of seducing the snarky old git into another round.
“Wait, you fools! At least let me... Gah!”
CRASH!
The triad of lovers toppled off the end of the bed. Severus blinked stars out of his eyes. “...let me transfigure the bloody beds so we can all fit properly first, you idiots!” he complained, rubbing the lump forming on the back of his head.
Bill and Charlie exchanged a bemused look. Yes, that had hurt, but the expression on Snape's face? Priceless. They both started laughing.
“Actually, I'm quite comfortable right here. What about you, Char?”
“It's not bad,” Charlie agreed.
“We are on the floor,” Severus complained. “I am far too old for...!”
Charlie silenced him with a passionate kiss. Bill couldn't help but enjoy the view. “I'll let you in on a Weasley family secret,” Charlie said. “The key to staying young is forgetting that you're too old to pretend you don't know which rules are, and which rules aren't, made to be broken.”
The kiss broke with a soft sigh. “This nonsense is what I get for falling in love with a Gryffindor, I suppose,” Severus remarked.
“It's what you get for falling in love with a Weasley,” Bill remarked, leaning over to kiss Charlie's shoulder. “Think you'll be falling for another any time soon?”
Severus's expression tightened. “If he keeps doing that with his hand, the probability is high,” he grit out. “Just how much do you think I can endure in one night?” he complained at Charlie.
“Well, we have several hours before I have to catch the floo,” Charlie grinned mischievously. “Let's find out.” He turned that playful glint in his eye on Bill. “You will help, won't you Bill?”
Bill laughed. “I do believe we've created a monster, Love.”
“Never mind it. As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter. Love is a monstrosity, anyway,” Severus answered. “Let him have his fun.”
Bill grinned. He kissed one man, and then the other. “You heard the man, Char. You can count me in. Where do you want to start?”
Charlie pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment before his eyes lit up. “That thing you do with your tongue. Teach me how you do that.”
Severus laughed. “Honestly.”
“Oh shut up,” Bill laughed. “You love that.”
“I love you,” Severus said. “And, I love that smile of yours. I don't know when I last saw it.”
“You'll see it a lot more from now on,” Bill answered. He didn't know if it was true, but tonight, with his two remarkable lovers tangled together on the floor, it certainly felt true, and he'd break as many rules as necessary in order to keep it that way.
~The End~
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